Primal Pursuit - Page 171

Rabbit stares at me in the cool night air.

“Oliver?” I hold a finger to my lips to tell her to shut the fuck up.

“Your Poppy will have all the money, minus the cut for Alexius. Frank Bishop has holdings. A lot of fucking holdings. They’ll all go to her when you take him out, and in exchange for protection and our services, her payment to Alexius will keep her safe.” He pauses. “I still don’t know why you’re doing it this way, Davian. What the fuck are you?—”

I hang up. “Hear that? When we’re done, you take the car, drive back to Myth or to the church, and hand over the documents.”

“And you?”

And me? Good question. I don’t know.

I take in her expression, really take it in. She’s going to try and kill me and maybe I won’t shoot her first. Maybe I’ll let her shoot me. Maybe I’ll let her think she’s killed me.

Maybe she fucking will.

Maybe it’s time to end this shit.

Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Fucking maybe.

I don’t have a death wish or anything close, but if I have to fucking go out, maybe by her hand is the way to go.

And maybe she’ll pull the gun and not be able to shoot.

It doesn’t matter. I’m going to disappear.

I’ll be out of her life forever.

“Don’t fuck this up, Rabbit.” I stroke a hand over her face. “Don’t try to walk with the documents, don’t try to run, and don’t for the love of life try to make a deal with Alexius or Tobias or anything. Go in, hand it over, take what they give you, and get the fuck out of town.”

She slaps my hand away. Hard. Using the gun. And it makes me smile.

I grab her, spin her into the car, and kiss her, nibbling a path over her lips, making her sigh into me, soft and sweet and pliant.

Rabbit looks up at me, her big, dark blue eyes wide and sad and angry and full of something that might be love and not lust, too.

But love’s never enough.

Especially with all the baggage and all the pain lying between us. Pain and baggage brought on by me.

“Time to get this show on the road.” I check my gun and don’t look at her as I head up the path on the property, to the front door of the swank two story.

The lights are on inside, low, like they’ve settled in for the night.

Good.

I ring the bell, and the moment the door swings open I’ve got my gun in the face of the blonde woman.

She opens her mouth to scream, and I jam my gun in there and grab her by the hair, hauling her in.

The moment rabbit steps in, I kick the door shut.

“In my pocket, Poppy, is a zip tie. You know what to do.”

She makes fast work of her aunt’s hands, and I thenback the woman into a corner, gun so far in her fucking mouth she looks like she’s blowing it.

Tears stream down her face. The cunt.

“You knew what your husband was doing to Poppy? Molesting her? And you thought playing a fucking song could absolve you? Tell me why I shouldn’t blow your brains out, right now.” Then I smile at her. “Actually, I don’t care. I need you to be silent while Poppy finds your husband.”